Chapter 2095 I Am a Nanny

"This is not some kind of preferential treatment for cleaning up the gentry. Those who misjudge it will be discarded by me."

"They are the real controllers of Ming Dynasty. They are like ropes, slowly putting them on me and around Ming Dynasty's neck. The ropes are extremely strong!"

Zhu Zhanji spoke seriously, but the only audience was Song Laoshi, who looked confused. As for Yu Jia, he looked at this scene from behind and felt that it was very harmonious. He seemed to be superfluous, so he did not dare to get close.

"If you don't want to be hanged slowly, you must cut the ropes with a long knife, then follow them, find out the people who made the ropes, and destroy their ability to make the ropes. Only in this way can the Ming Dynasty be stable for a long time..."

This is not the first time that Zhu Zhanji and Song Laoshi have walked together, nor is it the first time that they are almost talking to themselves.

Song Laoyong looked at Zhu Zhanji with admiring eyes. Although he didn't know what the emperor meant by saying this, he felt it was very powerful.

"Ask someone to send the message. That's what I promised."

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Liu Guan personally took charge of Hejian Mansion, and then more than ten censors came, including Li Ermao.

"teacher."

Li Ermao became more and more calm, his eyes looking bottomless.

The two of them were walking at the foot of the hill behind.

The sun is not too strong and makes you slightly hot, but it is within the tolerance range.

The chirping of cicadas has disappeared, and a few birdsong can be heard from time to time in the forest.

"Liu Guan is taking sides, and you have to take sides too. This is helpless."

Fang Xing looked at Li Ermao's indifferent expression and said helplessly: "You are the deepest in the city, and you probably don't like taking sides the least."

Li Ermao said nervously: "Yes, teacher, disciples don't like to take sides, but this matter is closely related to the country, but disciples are not afraid."

Fang Xing put his hands behind his back and moved forward. From time to time, a cool breeze blew from the foot of the mountain on his right, bringing him coolness.

"Tell me the root cause of this matter."

Fang Xing gave Li Ermao a very vague question.

Li Ermao thought for a while and said: "Teacher, actually I think that cleaning up the preferential treatment of gentry is only an option, but you suddenly took action in Hejian Mansion to escalate the situation. Your purpose is obvious..."

Fang Xing turned sideways and asked with a smile, "What is the purpose?"

There were carriages and cavalry outside the camp on the left. Li Ermao took a look and said: "Teacher, this is to cut off the influence of scholars on the Ming Dynasty... Let the government orders flow unimpeded, reduce resistance, and allow future innovations..."

Fang Xing smiled, and Li Ermao continued: "In fact, the biggest obstacle to the reform is them. Even if the cleanup is successful, they still retain enough influence on the Ming Dynasty, so Your Majesty and you should want to reduce this influence... "

There was silence for a while, and the two slowly walked towards the camp.

Fang Xing seemed a little helpless and a little melancholy.

"You're fine."

Fang Xing finally praised and affirmed Li Ermao.

Li Ermao seemed to know what Fang Xing was worried about, and he said seriously: "Teacher, don't worry, I don't want to be a powerful official..."

Fang Xing was a little surprised, but then he said with relief: "Ma Su is calm, but you are the city government. There is some overlap between you, but I won't do anything deliberately. You have to work hard on your own, follow your own path, and don't go astray... "

This is Fang Xing's attitude: I won't care about the differences in abilities between you, and I won't deliberately help anyone, nor will I deliberately suppress anyone...

The most important of these are the last three words.

Don't go astray!

This is a warning and can also be understood as a warning.

Li Ermao's heart trembled, and he hurriedly raised his hands and said: "This disciple knows how powerful he is, so he must take the right path."

"The so-called right path and crooked path are just a thought, and desire is the master. I hope you will keep your original intention in mind and work hard for the future of Ming Dynasty."

How many disputes there are in the field of power. How much plotting and entanglement will eventually turn a good man into an old ghost.

Fang Xing knew that his disciples would eventually become old ghosts, he just hoped that they would be more respectful.

"Those who do not have a correct position and correct goals are politicians, shameful politicians."

Fang Xing was preparing to educate Li Ermao again.

But he saw a horse galloping over.

"Master, the eldest young master and the third young master are here."

Xiaodao was obviously a little dazed, but Fang Xing was calm.

"Who brings Huanhuan?"

Fang Xing strode over, Xiao Dao dismounted and Li Ermao followed, and said, "The eldest young master and the younger brother."

"Okay, I will also be a daddy one day..."

When they arrived at the camp, many soldiers had gathered outside the tent, and they all laughed and gloated when Fang woke up.

The cry of a child came from the big tent, which was a bit miserable.

Wang He came over and said, "Uncle Xinghe, your third son... wants a nanny?"

"How old is the child?"

Fang Xing angrily cursed the people in front of him, and then entered the tent.

The elder brother was coaxing Huanhuan, and when he saw Fang Xing come in, he stood up and said, "Master, the child is a little afraid of life."

Huanhuan sat on Fang Xing's bed and cried, Tudou coaxing two children, one big and one small, by the side. The picture was very harmonious.

Fang Xing walked to the bed and squatted down, looking at Huanhuan whose eyes were slightly red and swollen, and kept looking at her.

Huanhuan's eyebrows are very delicate, which makes her look better than Mochou.

However, his nose and mouth have a square shape, with some baby fat, which is very cute.

No matter how cute a child is when it cries, it is like a magic star to adults.

Huanhuan gradually stopped crying as Fang Xing watched, and then burped. The father and son stared at each other blankly.

Tudou looked at his brother from the side, a little worried that Fang Xing would deal with him.

As he and Ping An grew up, Fang Xing constantly instilled a point of view: men should cry less, and those who cry too much are women.

So Tudou and Ping An rarely cried after they became sensible. Fang Xing would not frown or be angry when they cried occasionally, but he would carefully tell them about the responsibilities and obligations of men, as well as the required character afterwards.

This is inheritance, the inheritance of different contents in every family, and then shaping generations of Chinese people.

This is also the foundation, which is passed down from generation to generation. With the integration of marriage and other forms, various concepts are mixed, gradually integrated, and gradually formed generally recognized values ​​and morals...

Huanhuan is still young after all. Although he is a little afraid of this father, as long as his younger brother and Tudou are there, the only thing he is sad about is being away from his mother.

Seeing that he was about to sob, Fang Xing easily picked him up and said, "It's fun here. Your eldest brother and others are all here for the first time. Here you will learn how to be a man..."

He walked out of the big tent with Huanhuan in his arms. Those soldiers had long been dispersed by Wang He, and it was very quiet outside.

"Look at these. You like to look for ants. There are many here. Your elder brother can take you there."

"Eldest brother..."

Huanhuan looked at Potato on Fang Xing's shoulder and cried pitifully.

Potato looked at Huanhuan in a tangled way. He wanted to ignore her, but he couldn't bear it. He leaned over and whispered, "Dad, let me take Huanhuan to play."

Fang Xing put Huanhuan down and squatted on the ground. He watched Huanhuan dive into Potato's arms and couldn't help feeling that he was a failure as a father.

Potato led Huanhuan to the side, where there was a small tree. Under the small tree, Potato began to look for ants.

"Xinghe Bo, what do you mean?"

Wang He was very respectful to ask this question only now.

"I was scared, so I brought the children here, fearing that they would be harmed if they stayed in Beiping."

Wang He was stunned for a moment, then he understood what Fang Xing meant. He said in great distress: "Uncle Xinghe, who are you setting a trap for?"

"No, those who are willing to take the bait will be taken."

Fang Xing's eyes were gentle, and he kept looking at his two sons playing under the tree, but his tone was a little indifferent.